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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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Everything Ends: Part 3

Part 1. Part 2. Ultimate masterlist.

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One portal jump later...

When the turtles arrived home there was tension in the air, you tried to talk to Leo but he just shrugged his shoulders and said he was fine, "As cool as ice" was how he phrased it. But something was gnawing at you that said otherwise, his brothers were giving him glares from across the room and Raph's casam was at an all-time low.

Mikey assisted April in tying the teen to a chair, now you could get a proper good look at him. With all the armour you could only suppose he was into cosplay or one of those battle reenactments you see in the park. Leo and Raph stood the closest, watching him with their faces only inches from his.

"-And that's when I found him with this picture, so I brought him right here." April spoke, holding the criminating photo in her hands. Splinter took it from her, you, Donnie and Mikey were peering over his shoulder to get a better glimpse. It was a group photo, everyone was in frame while you and April were smushed into the middle.

"H-how did he get that?" you stuttered out, suddenly feeling uneased, was this guy a stalker or something?

"Ugh" the kid mumbled, shaking his head slowly. Though once he looked up a beam came to his face, "Sensei!" he shrieked. Leo flinched back, waving his arms around and landing on one leg, you held back your laughter and would remember to mock him later.

Once the teen tore his gaze from Leo, he set his sights on the rest of you, "It's you! It's all of you, together!" wa-was he crying right now? The boy shook and rattled in the chair, "I never thought I'd see you again! I-I'm so happy I could hug you!" he cheered out. However, he was a little too excited and the chair toppled over with him on it; once again landing him in a face full of concrete.

Raph grabbed the back of the chair and shoved it until the teen's back was against the wall, "Who are you? And how'd you get this picture?" Raph's teeth were bared, his left eye occasionally twitching out of anger, something that rarely happened. The teen gulped, eyes steadily following the snapping turtle before scanning the rest of the room. His eyes landed on Leo but slowly shifted to land on you, another tear fell.

"I-I'm a friend, let me explain." he hurried out, "My name is Casey Jones, and the reason I have that picture is because I'm from...the future!" he hushed out, his tone wavering for dramatic effect. The room was silent for a brief moment before you all burst out laughing, even Splinter couldn't contain the outburst.

You wiped a tear from your eye, "Yeah right, and Jupiter Jim 16 is the best movie in the franchise." you joked. Casey frowned, brows scrunched together, "This isn't a joke-"

"Please, if time travel was real then future Donnie would have told me the lottery numbers by now, like we planned~" The tech genius tapped his forehead, his knowing plan stored away for safekeeping. Casey turned to face Leo, he was pleading at this point, "It's true! You need to believe me, all of humanity depends on it."

"Keep talkin'." Raph grumbled out, suddenly interested. Casey looked down towards his feet, steadying himself, "In the future, our planet was decimated by an alien race. We were hunted, we lived in caves, and we ate leaves and rats. I know this sounds insane, but Master Leonardo gave me a mission."

"Master?" you whispered, of course, Leo took this straight to his ego. He sent a wink your way, his nonexistent brows jumping up and down, "I do like how he calls me 'master'."

"Of course I do," Casey spoke with wonder, "You were the greatest ninja warrior the world had ever seen! You told me to find the key and stop the Kraang."

"Pfft, aliens?" April mocked, hands braced on her hips. You noticed Splinter hadn't said anything in a while, taking a look at him he appeared stunned, "Splints? You ok?"

"T-the Kraang?" he bellowed out, "I have heard of that name. Powerful, barbaric creatures worshipped by the Foot Clan. Legend says they came from the stars. Ruthless, merciful and with one desire...to enslave our world like many others before us. All seemed lost until four mystic warriors forged a mighty weapon, a key that was used to lock them in a prison dimension beyond this world."

You couldn't believe this, I mean after goat men and haunted armour it was definitely in the realm of possibility...but aliens? You bit your lip, mind racing with worrying thoughts, "What happened to the key?"

Splinter stroked his beard, "Over the centuries, the key remained hidden to protect mankind and prevent the return of the Kraang."

"Sooo, future boy is really from the future?" April huffed out.

"Someone finds the key! Today! They steal it and use it to open the doorway and free the Kraang. That's why I came back, to find it first." He nudged his head towards the family photo in Raph's clenched fist, "Master Leonardo drew the key on the back of that photo. So to stop the Kraang, all we have to do is find that key before it's stolen."

The three turtle brothers stared at Leo, unamused. Leo began sweating, his body going rigid, "What's going on?" you questioned, arms folded across your stomach. Leo pointed his fingers together, looking anywhere but at his family, "Ah ha, yeah so did future, handsome, amazing me tell you what to do if that already happened?" he cringed out.

"WHAT!" You, April, Casey and Splinter shouted out, "You had the key with you and you lost it?" you groaned, tugging on your hair. Leo swivelled to face you, his face was full of guilt, "We're boned!" you stared at the ceiling in defeat.

"No, we're not." Raph said after a moment of silence passed, "Cause we know who has it, the Foot Clan. Okay, we gotta find them before they can use it, and this time, we do it together!" he glared at Leo. They all walked off to grab their gear, you followed Leo to his room, not even a joke fell from his lips. This must have been bad.

"Hey, you good?" you asked, you were leaning against the room's entrance, the bright neon lights illuminating your form. Leo huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands covering his eyes, "I screwed up! We had the key and I messed up and now the world's gonna end. All because of me."

You sat by him, you couldn't really disagree, he was right...in a way. You shoved his side lightly with your own, a small smile gracing your lips, "Hey, the world's not over yet. Besides, you promised me last week a pizza date. And I can promise you right now, I will not be giving up on free pizza."

Leo chuckled, it was small but still noticeable, "Yeah, yeah." He looked up at you, his eyes shining with all the reflections of light, "W-what if this is the end?"

"If it is? Well, we go out the way we always do. We keep fighting for what's right and think about the consequences later."

"That doesn't fill me with much hope, y'know." he teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest, "Wasn't trying to, Blue. But hey, sometimes hope is the only thing we have."

"Hmmm," he hummed out, rubbing his snout into your hair, he did it a lot when he was stressed. But soon his name was called and the moment between you both was gone. Pulling away, you pressed a small kiss to Leo's cheek, "Go knock 'em dead, tiger." Leo nodded and quickly left with the others.

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the-torn-ones · 5 months

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Moon 5 events

Littlekit -> Littlepaw

charismatic, interested in herbs

Littlepaw tore after Fennelpaw, the two of them running excitedly through the rocky terrain of their forested mountain. She was so excited, now she was old enough to explore, all on her own! Well, Fennelpaw was here, but they were both without mentors still, to her annoyance. Fennelpaw had told her about a loner he was sure he could get to come join, and once he was done showing her around, he’d said he would take her to see them. That’s what they were doing now.

“That’s it! That’s the barn. It’s right on the edge of Pounceclan territory, but I’m sure they won’t mind!” Fennelpaw exclaimed, slowing himself to a fast walk as she caught up.

“Woah! So that’s a barn? Why’s it so big? Where did that name come from?” She asked, tail swishing excitedly. Finally, a grown-up cat! They could finally have more company again!

“I dunno, that’s what the loner said they heard twolegs calling it… Don’t know how they understood those things, but whatever.” Fennelpaw shrugged.

“Oh. That’s a weird name for it, I wonder why they…?” She trailed off in dread as they both heard the sound of a pained hiss from behind a bush.

“Hello?” Fennelpaw called anxiously, eyes full of worry. “It smells like a Pounceclan patrol came through recently, be careful Littlepaw…” He whispered to her.

“Eh? Whoosat?” A rough, raspy voice called from under the bush, and an old grey tabby tom dragged himself out, barely able to move.

“… I um… You’re not the cat I met here a week ago, are you?” Fennelpaw gulped, eyes full of panic.

“Nope. I ain’t seen a whisker of no cats in days! Not since those nasty Pounceclaners or whatever came along and started bein’ all rough-housey again…” The tom coughed harshly after he spoke, and Littlepaw grimaced as something red came out. Memories of the collapse of their old home came back, and she froze.

Graydapple, I’m sorry! Her mind rushed, and she immediately started trying to pull the tom out fully.

“Hey, Littlepaw, watch him. I’m getting Sandypaw, okay?” Fennelpaw said, taking note of her sudden panic, and taking charge of the situation.

“Okay, Dogdapple,” She said plainly, as Fennelpaw paused. He stared at her for a second at the mention of their dead healer’s name, but quickly decided he had to hurry, and left. “Who did this…?” She murmured to the tom, pawing through his pelt to find any injuries — Which, admittedly, he had a lot of cuts.

“Them darn Pounceclaners called me outa my barn for a fight! I tried to fight em off, but there were too darn many. They done tore me up, they did.” He wheezed out more blood, and she grimaced as she found a huge wound on his belly. No way a cat made it with just one swipe.

“Ok… um, my friends have taught me basic first aid, I’m gonna try to stop the bleeding, okay?” She said, trying to reassure herself more than him. She could tell the old tom was more than content with his death, but she wasn’t.

“Don’t bother… My ma’s calling, I gotta answer…” He murmured, his voice weaker with every word. She pressed her paws against his flank, trying to stop the blood that was slowly oozing out at this point. She didn’t hear anyone calling, but she distantly remembered her mother saying something similar to her when she died.

Don’t worry, Littlekit. Your father is calling me.

She gulped, tears prickling at her eyes. Not again… She didn’t want to lose anyone ever again. Even this scraggly old tom, who she’d only just met deserved to live.

She was holding pressure on the wound for longer than she cared to count, tuning the world around her out, even as Sandypaw and Fennelpaw’s scents surrounded her. She barely responded when Sandypaw pulled her away, and nudged her to camp.

[Sandypaw’s POV]

He arrived at the scene, and immediately was horrified to find the tom’s form stilled, and Littlepaw hunched over his body, still trying to stop the nonexistent bleeding.

“Oh stars…” Fennelpaw blinked, and looked to Sandypaw for word on what to do. “Should we still help…?”

Sandypaw moved to sit beside Littlepaw, and sniffed the tom. The faint stench of death hit him, and he recoiled immediately, shaking his head. The tom was probably too far gone when Fennelpaw and Littlepaw had found him, so his concern was on Littlepaw now.

“You find somewhere safe to bury his body, Fennelpaw. I’m taking Littlepaw back to camp and giving her some thyme.” He grunted the order out, and Fennelpaw nodded, obviously still shocked from it all. Sandypaw scruffed Littlepaw, and removed her from the corpse of the tom they’d never met. He understood her concern — the tom had a similar appearance to her mother at first glance — but he needed her to go home and rest now. As she stumbled up and away from the body, he nudged her in the direction of camp. Hopefully she’d recover soon enough to start training with Fennelpaw before the next gathering…

[Fennelpaw’s POV]

He returned to camp just before the last light of the sun faded, his eyes swiftly adjusting to the darkness of their caves. His paws were dirty from digging a grave alone, as hard as he had tried to wash off the dirt in the river near their clan’s burial grounds. He hadn’t given much thought to where to bury the old tom — He’d died a warrior’s death, defending his territory to his last breath. He deserved the honor of being buried as a clan cat. He never knew the tom’s real name, but he decided he’d call him Silverthrush, and dedicate his next hunt to the tom’s journey to his afterlife.

He’d barely thought about it at the time, but looking back, he knew should have realized Littlepaw was in no state to be left alone there. She’d called him Dogdapple, even though she barely knew the young molly who’d once been their senior healer. He frowned at himself in the reflection of the Starstone, huffing as he padded past it. He shouldn’t have left her, and now she was in no condition to hunt tomorrow… And on top of that, they’d have no food for today, because he took so long burying Silverthrush.

“I’m back.” He called softly as he entered the healer’s den, and Sandypaw looked up. Fennelpaw paused, as he gazed at Littlepaw and Sandypaw curled up together in a nest. Oh.

“Shh, don’t be loud. She’s trying to sleep.” Sandypw hushed him, stretching a paw out. The younger tom gently nuzzled Littlepaw, who sleepily butted her head against his.

“I buried him, and I gave him a warrior’s name.” Fennelpaw whispered, crouching down and folding his paws under himself before he got too close.

“What name?” Sandypaw whispered back.

“Silverthrush.”

“That’s nice… Tell me more jokes later, Sandypaw…?” Littlepaw piped up softly, her voice trailing off as she went to sleep.

“…?” He raised a brow at Sandypaw, who looked embarrassed.

“… I had to distract her long enough so she could calm down enough to eat some thyme, okay?” He grumbled.

“Sure dude. Anyways… I buried him with our clanmates. Near your dad, since that was the only spot i could determine was open.” Fennelpaw continued. Sandypaw lowered his head glumly.

“I only hope Silverthrush found peace in death… I sure wouldn’t.” Sandypaw’s voice cracked a little as he spoke.

Somehow, Fennelpaw couldn’t help but agree with that. How could any cat in their situation be happy dying?

TL;DR

Fennelpaw and Littlepaw were unable to save a loner from bleeding out.

Littlepaw called Fennelpaw the wrong name.

Fennelpaw is surprised to hear Sandypaw express an ideal they can agree with.

Sandypaw made Littlepaw laugh again and again.

Littlepaw is in awe of Sandypaw’s growth as a medicine cat apprentice.

Sandypaw is distracted on his patrol today.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

#littlesnarl #tornclan #story post #tw: death #tw: animal death #tw: gore #tw: wounds #sprites #fennelstar #sandyscratch

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purplebirdsees · 1 year

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Warm-up 1: Whatever - Part 1

Hello! I am Citron! Yes, again!

Remember my notes? If yes, good job! If no, why?

Thanks!

(citronslation: basically, this is kind of an excerpt of this piece of fiction, written by my boy tsuzuru. you don’t need to read it to understand this one but pls do bc quality of life u get me yeah. ok. thanks.)

(footnotes were not made by tsuzuru, unless stated otherwise) (theyre mostly itaru)

Children, without exaggeration, are horrible beings.1

It’s always those kids you just stumble on, maybe in a convenience store, or in an absurdly long line from the cash register, or even during church, especially during Sunday Church (my parents aren’t Catholic, but my grandparents father’s side is). As soon as I step foot on the Church’s white and gold tiled floor, my immediate response is to look around on every single pew for someone who may look like my age. I’d feel relief if they were sitting out of sight, but if they weren’t.… Well, usually, I’d try to avoid eye contact as much as I can, but whenever I accidentally glance at them, they’d always have that smug look, with the straightest posture, and the loudest, most obnoxious singing. Sometimes, when they’re near enough for me to hear, I’d catch a few words they’d whisper loudly to their parent. Usually, it would be along the lines of, ‘We’re going to (insert fast food chain name here) after this, right?’ like it added to this nonexistent leader board on who is the best kid in Church.2

I could go on and on about my horrible Church experiences, but somehow, none of those were the ones that struck a nerve more than that one time in a bookstore.

It was a week before classes started, and as much as my parents wanted to scrounge as much of last year’s school materials, the pens and notebooks either had only a sliver left of its use or was completely depleted. Mom had to double check it though, as she gathered all we had in a cardboard box. After her third inspection, she said she could debone the frayed used notebooks to separate as much of the blank papers to make new notebooks. Which was the reason why she decided that dad was the one who should do the shopping instead, which in the end he did do, but we had to try to convince her that the old and used were completely unusable and should be left to retire. After a few prying and pleading, we were able to sell the whole box to the waste courier.

I was appointed to go with dad to the bookstore; the others had to help mom with the kitchen… and to make sure she won’t chase the waste courier and end up blending up all the notebooks into a pulp to make new paper.

She did this before, but her faux notebooks were extremely unusable because the paper was too thick, and for some reason, felt a little wet and made the ink bleed into the pages. During the first week of classes, my school bag smelled of wet dog, and every time I had to take down notes, I wish I didn’t. The moldy smell would make my seatmates turn their heads away from my direction. Even the resident class clown once remarked how ugly the cover of my notebook was, saying it looked like his grandmother’s post-chicken pox skin, puss and all. One afternoon, just as I was about to arrive home after school, I remember passing by Tadoru and Meguru sitting by the riverside, their backs hiding their guilt ridden yet determined faces. At that point I knew, and the absence of the wet, moldy dog fur smell was enough evidence.

Like an unspoken vow, we made sure we never, under any circumstance, let mom DIY anything. 3

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1 Understatement. They’re dickheads, actual hellspawn. I have never met a kid who was genuinely kind, they ALWAYS have an agenda at the back of their pea-sized brains. I’m qualified to say this because I’ve been a tutor example? Sure, but im tired so no (actuallly I don’t have to prove myself you literally juST READ A PRIME EXAMPLE WHY)

2 When they say yes, ding-ding-ding! Wow! His parents ACTUALLY love him enough to buy him food! As if that isn’t the lowest bar, bare minimum a parent should do f[word redacted due to profanity] mot[word redacted due to profanity] why don’t I f[words redacted due to vulgar language] mom then once im your step dad ill kick[words redacted due to vulgar language] space until yo[words redacted due to vulgar language]eath

3 [tsz] wording feels awkward/weird

part 2

#A3!#fanfic #ao3 stuff #part 1 of 3 #Dandelion Fluff #a3! tsuzuru #a3! citron #a3 itaru #dont worry im back i just got a little burnt out #is this an excerpt? actually idk #ig its not? its like a draft but ig its slightly relevant to the fic in terms of pacing but honestly not that much #anyways hi how are u #breastpocket cookies #tsuzuru minagi

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gayrainbowl3 · 2 years

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Kill me if you wish, but I fully expect Will to either 1. Die or 2. Get vecna'd/join him

AND HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT ITS A FAIRLY GOOD REASON AS OF TO WHY

Ok, so Will has been through SO much since the beginning. And he was focused on for only so long until people slowly began to ignore him. I mean, he was basically only there up until season 2, and after that he was like nonexistent. Only now is he finally starting to appear again, but that in itself is still rare. I mean, the WHOLE reason half of them met each other was due to WILL and yet they still treat him like shit. If Will hadn't gone missing than they wouldn't have found El, and hopper wouldn't have really gotten involved with them. Which would mean Jonathan wouldn't have met Nancy. So in all, Nancy and Steve could have stayed together. Which is an explosion just waiting to happen. Not to mention Will was stuck in the Upside down for a week, and god knows what happened down there. He possibly went days without food and water, yet still survived. Imagine how traumatizing it was for them. And at that moment the one person who was set on finding him was actually; and don't hate me; Lucas. I mean, Dustin and Mike were going crazy over what El could do and stuff, while Lucas just wanted to find Will and be done with it all. And once Will was found, Lucas was one of the first people to give him a hug. And throughout all of that, who was Mike worried about? El. I mean, don't me wrong, I love el, I do, but she's just so overrated. I truly think she didn't really care for him until later in the seasons, for obvious reasons. Anyways, don't get me started on when Mike told El "My life started the day I met you" which just so happened to be the day he lost his best friend? I mean, they even forgot about Will's birthday. I mean, Mike was ok during season 1 and 2, but after that I literally hate him with a burning passion. i get he went through trauma, but he's so focused on himself and occasionally El he basically ignored everyone else, like being El's boyfriend is his whole personality. He basically made Will's feelings and trauma so unimportant and I hate that. And the raining scene when they got into a fight? Good god, he better be thankful Will didn't snap and punch him, because I sure as hell would. He basically dismissed Will's concerns and likes, and that hurt Will without a doubt. I mean, I get what happened with Mike and all, but the poor kid just wants to enjoy what childhood he has left, and you just HAVE to be an asshole to him? All over a girl? Not to mention the latest scene were Mike got into it with Will, Will didn't even do anything and you decide to snap at him? And you don't even redeem yourself with El. Like, what the hell? Poor will man, he was stuck in some hellish place, starved and dehydrated as hell for a week, was possessed, was pit down by his 'BEST FRIEND', forgotten about, the same day his friend came back was his birthday and he and his birthday was forgotten about, and than he was yelled at by his friend. Like, I'm fairly sure if that was someone, they would have snapped already. And I'm fairly sure this will be HIS season. And if it isn't, than I'm gonna fuck someone up and sue. I get that Mike might be struggling with his feelings right now, but that leaves him NO ROOM to just fuck Will over like that. To make will seem so little compared to him. I want will to hold that fucking shotgun up to Vecna and shoot. I want Will to finally feel big enough to step up. I want him to have his revenge arc, because he deserves at least that much. I want them to realize how much Will actually does, and how much they fucking NEED him. I want it. I need it. Cause I'm so over him getting constantly stepped on. By his old best friend. That may or may not like him.

I'm ready to throw hands with Mike. And i will if he keeps dismissing Will's feelings, worries, likes, and concerns. Thank you for listening to my daily Ted talk of 'I'm gonna sue, and there are reasons and rights'. Have a good day.

#stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #joyce byers #eleven #revenge era #vecna #ok im done with my tanturam #still very upset tho

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jellisdraws · 1 year

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Wip Whenever

Been a long time since I’ve done one of these but thanks for the tag @captastra !!!

Will post some work from the revisions I’m doing to one of my wips atm and hope that that is ok

“Stop!” The gun leveled towards her chest, and at this range the chance of a miss would be nonexistent, “Ma’am your protection against deadly force was nullified when you snuck a class C hidden weapon aboard this vessel. Now, will you comply?”

Jack stared at the bot for a long moment, mouth open, “Oh.”

“Will you comply?”

“So you knew…How far did you say your friends were again?” The grin splitting her lips destroyed the mask of false indignation. She almost could have laughed.

“Ma’am?”

”I don’t suppose you let me just squeeze by you, would you?”

“I’m taking you into custo-“

Hand to hand fighting programs spun up in her cyberbrain as she launched herself towards the corpro-bot’s left side with the moves of a practiced martial artist, spinning and slamming her flat palm against the gun, the alloy of her prosthetic right arm clacking heavily against the plastics of the weapon.

The gun jerked as the bots heavy arm was shifted by the blow and it's finger tightened, releasing a loud burp and a short spray of bullets into the corridor to ricochet off the floor and sleeping pods. Releasing the gun with one arm the bot swung at her, the mechanical arm denting the bulkhead with an ominous creak as Jack ducked the wild attack.

“Comply!” The voice from it's chest yelled with frustration, “I am calling for assistance! Target location-“

“No reinforcements,” Jack said as she moved in once more, “please!”

With a swift flip of her mechanical wrist her hand folded back into the confines of her arm and the eight inch Aether-Infused titanium blade sprang forth. She lunged, carving through the arm holding the gun. The swift slash cut deep into the ceramic armor and severed runic connections inside, the arm fell limp and the weapon to clattered across the hall. A tinny curse exploded from the bot’s chest as it attempted to grab her; she spun away, blade sweeping up to carve a sparking trail through the lens of the Corpro-bot’s face.

“Better luck next time chrome do-OH”Her gloating was cut short as the bot’s long arm lashed out and caught her in the chest, slamming her down the hallway to impact a sleeping pod and careen to the floor. ‘So they armored up the faceplate since last time… ow.’

Heavy footsteps made their faltering way toward her as she groaned on her back, feeling pretty sure she had just broken something expensive. ‘Though most parts of me are expensive, anymore.’ She rolled to her feet and barely got her arms up to block another heavy swing, her arm-blade slicing into the assaulting limb, wrenching free as the bot pulled back, fist cocking to turn her pretty horned head into pretty horned pulp against the bulkhead.

In that split second Jack lept forward on her mechanical leg, the chips in her cyber brain accelerating her augmented body to move faster than any natural fighter could hope to achieve and with a heavy crack, punched her blade forward deep into the armor of the Corpro-bot’s chest.

It crashed back onto the floor, pulling her with it and nearly knocking her breath from her as she met the floor with bone rattling force...again. Sparks flew as the tinny voice began to speak and arcano- tech began to whir to a halt, indicating she had severed something vital. ‘That was close.’

“Destruction of property has been added to your docket, and use of deadly force will be employed by all uni-” the voice cut to static before the whole machine whirred to stop, the violet aetheric glow fading to blackness.

Jack stood, catching her breath again, and in the heavy silence made her way over to the sleeper pod, which was riddled with bullet holes. Silence from within. She opened the hatch, expecting the gore-splashed worst, but found the pod fortunately empty. A sigh of relief. That was not something she needed on her conscience.

As she closed the pod the light swoosh of a door opening down the aisle caused her head to jerk that way, inky eyes scanning frantically. Two, three, four more corprobots filing down towards her, heavy feet clanking on the hard floor. The lead bot raised it's weapon. ‘And just one was that much of a pain? Time to fucking go.’

Tinny voices called out after her but Jack wasn't listening. She began to backpedal towards the door, casting a sending spell from her neural communicator. A ringing began in her ear as her call connected.

“Cmon, Cmon!” She urged, rushing through the portal and into the next cabin of the starliner. A burst of gunfire came from behind her, bullets whistling by, the sharp crack of a ricochet. Someone screamed to her left but she was too busy sprinting for her life. The ringing persisted.

“C’mon! Pick up! Pick up!” the old fashioned ringtone continued to mercilessly mock her. She risked a look over her shoulder. The corpro-bots were running after her, a phalanx of arcano-tech out for her blood. And they were gaining.

“Oh, not good.” She gulped, picking a corner at random and bolting down the hallway there, headed for the interior cabins of the ship.

“What's not good?” came a sleepy voice in her ear, “Where are you? Do you know what time it is here?”

“OCK! Oh thank fuck. I need an exit route, now.”

“Are you sure it can't wait? It's like 4th cycle before sunrise.” Oculus said around a yawn.

“I'm being shot at!”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“If I die, I am going to kill you!” she swore at her handler.

Another yawn, “Yeah yeah, I'm pulling it up now. Which Starliner did you take?”

Jack ducked down another corridor, “The Solar Phantom Cruiser Dauntless. Booked under the name Maribel Park.”

“Pulling you up,” There was a pause as keys clicked, “ Wait, I’m seeing you stowed a side-arm? You had a gun, and you gave it up? Among the most accomplished agents of corporate espionage in the Unified Systems, knowingly being chased by a crazed farming cult, and you stowed your firearm? For this I lose sleep?”

“Yeah yeah, have your fun old man,” She said, edging down to the corner of the hall and peeking around. Nothing. Out the window the Gate inched closer, the Starliner patiently waiting it’s turn to warp. She slipped across as the tapping of runic keys coming through the spell-link paused.

“Old? Im only in my 200’s!” Indignation tinged the rough voice in her ear.

“Yeah, well you're as crotchety as all the hells put together,” Jack teased.

“Fuck off Jackie, it's too early for this,” Ock said, but Jack could hear the grin in her handler’s rough voice.

She steadied her breathing, “Just help me out will ya? I couldn’t find a reliable forger for a fake license on the fly and the guards wouldn't take bribes. The new security bots in Kigaren star ports have integrity programs installed.”

“All Corp made bots have integrity programs installed Jackie.”

“Then these ones just have sticks up their butts, I don't know! Just find me an exit, please. And, if I live, I’ll buy you those noodles you like when I get back.”

“That sounds more like the girl I know. Ah- ok, so blueprints. Looking though now, It seems you have two real options. Go find your gun-”

“Do you want me to kill you?”

The sound of heavy footsteps began moving up the hallway- tinny voices issuing orders, getting closer.

“Let me finish sheesh. Or get to the bridge and get through the Gate before they can black bag you. The warp should play enough havoc with their power sources to give you a shot of getting off that tub. Bots need to shield their arcane cores to remain functional during Gate travel, which means-

“If I can get the ship into warp before they expect it, I can fry them and dust out before they know what hit them! You’re a genius Ock!”

“Thats why they pay me the big bucks, little miss. Just remember that you need to-”

But Jack wasnt listening. She had already ended the spell and shifted direction, running down the hall full tilt as mechanical feet pounded onto the steel floor after her.

Aaaaaaand that’s that. I’ll see about adding a cut somewhere. For now I’ll keep it going by tagging @shadoedseptmbr @pigeontheoneandonly @swaps55 @headspace-hotel @wolven-writer and anyone else who may be interested. But remember no stress and no worries, this is just for fun :)

#awhellstothejoe #my writing #wip whenever #Cyberfantasy wip #Cyberfantasy revisions #Jack #sci-fi #fantasy #original wip #Work in progress

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slow-button-off · 2 years

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Collection of funky asks for today

I would just like you to admit that Max was petty, is all

Never said that Max has never been petty ever in his life. All of them have been petty before.

And I was talking about last year because so was Max, not about 5 years ago. Don't change the goalposts just because you don't know how to justify defending a racist.

you do know that Max rn is younger than Lewis was 5 years ago right? like 37-5 is 32 and not 24.

you keep accusing me of saying things I have never said and when I ask you to give me the actual proof of me saying these things I get nothing. So who is moving the goal posts?

So... do you think that Max calling this year's fight for the title "respectful" compared to last year is petty? Or is it only when Hamilton compliments a driver?

It would be petty if Max sat there and unprompted be making the comparison to last years fight. However, he keeps being asked about the differences between this year and last year. He is not the one that brings up that comparison. That's the journalists.

Lewis was asked about the last few laps of Silverstone this year and then unprompted brought up Copse last year to make a factually incorrect statement. Do you see the difference?

You are getting the onboard view!

Look at this and then tell me who left more space and how Charles was supposed to be more sensible. I love the guy but he is not sensible when he is fighting. Charles takes a much tighter line. Look at how much curb Lewis has to take/takes.

First of all, there's no fight, even Marko wished Charles a race without strategy fuckups because Ferrari is a joke this year. Saying this nonexistent fight is respectful is condescending and disingenuous at best. It's easy to be gracious when you are on top of the standings and are more or less certain to remain there.

Sure! But this season it was very different than last season even in the beginning, even when the points deficit was on the other side, even when it was tighter than it is rn. These teams and drivers clearly have a different relationship.

I'm not denying that it would be more tense if it were closer. But I highly doubt that it would've gotten as toxic as it did last year. For a multitude of reasons.

I am just excited about the fact that my favourite driver is getting to have a fun time with his rival. Even if it isn't close. I just enjoy seeing them get along better because there is nothing funnier than watching two 24yos that have known eachother for half their life figure out that they are getting along. I just enjoy watching two really aggressive drivers get to fight on track or during Quali and then get out of the car and be happy to chat about their performance with no bad blood.

Second, it wasn't Mercedes or the Hamiltons throwing murder and drugs accusations at their rival driver and making fans feel justified in their racist abuse of the only black driver, it was RB and the Verstappens.

I did not keep up with everything that was said on both sides because I pretty much only care about Merc and RB in relation to Ferrari and so my memory on the press shitshow that was last year is pretty spotty.

However, it's not like the mud fight in the press was a completely one sided thing. And no I will not be creating a timeline. But there have been issues between the drivers starting with the start of that season.

The racism Lewis faced and faces was and is not ok and I have never said otherwise. In fact I have said this before.

And you have the audacity to say "how dare British journalists say last year wasn't respectful!"?

Once again, please let me know where I said that! Last year wasn't respectful on either side. I never denied that.

All I said was that the British media is trying to make what is currently happening this season into something it isn't. They are trying to get RB and Max to say bad things about Charles and Charles about Max.

They keep asking them especially Charles when it will finally turn ugly. Because they want it to. And I am sorry that I personally don't want it to because I like seeing Charles having fun and I can't see him having fun with a mud fight in the press.

Please check your bias.

My friend you do know which website you are on right?

This is Tumblr. This is quite literally a fandom space. But I guess you have caught me out here. So here I am confessing I am heavily biased towards Ferrari and within Ferrari towards Charles. Idk how I managed to hide it this well for so long!

I am so sorry for misleading you!

#keep em coming

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo testuro #smut #haikyuu smut #bottom reader #bottom male reader #degrading #choking #tw dacryphilia

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facewithoutheart · 2 years

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#11 for the incredibly specific AUs ask, Snowbaz but make it a polecat instead of a ferret 🙏

Omg YES I read this one and IMMEDIATELY thought BAZ.

11. I don't know why you've got a ferret on a leash but at least I've stopped crying on public transportation to watch that lil guy go

Ok, and because we’re going super specific AU, I’m setting this in random American town with bad public transportation. Let’s call it… Smoutston.

The METRORail is #5 on my list of least favourite places to cry. Better than Whole Foods (the WASPs get so judgy when you block the avocados with a good ugly cry), but not nearly as good as sitting in traffic at a red light (I can’t help but love how I must look to whoever’s parked next to me: mascara running down my cheeks, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel, the sounds of Beyoncé’s ‘Sorry’ pounding over my stereo… like I’m some mysterious tragic figure rather than a bloke who’s left his morning tea on the kitchen counter).

That is to say: today isn’t the worst day I’ve had since moving to America, but it’s not the best.

Until I see him.

He’s wearing tight Wranglers and a black cowboy hat, toffee curls spilling out down his neck (does he have a mullet?) (oh god do I even care?). I’m so distracted by how perfectly he fills out his pearlsnap shirt that I almost don’t see the…

“Is that a skunk on a leash?” I accidentally ask out loud, because of course I do.

But he doesn’t take offense at my words. He ducks his head and smiles. “Ain’t she a beaut? I call her Agatha.”

God, his words come out like molasses; slow and sweet and thick enough to drown me.

When he turns the full wattage of his smile towards me, I have the unique displeasure of watching it dim.

That’s what I do these days: I steal joy.

“Are you all right?” He draws out the vowels as his lips turn down.

I sniff. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’,” he says, then gets up and moves to the seat next to me. (As early as it is, we’re one of the few travelers.) “Wanna pet her?” He asks, gesturing toward his animal. “She won’t spray ya, I swear.”

Agatha lifts up her tail at his words and, I swear, she cocks her eyebrow like she’s daring me to try.

“I’ll pass,” I say, knowing my recent trend of luck (nonexistent).

Again, I make him frown. He wrings his hands in his lap. “I’m disturbin’ ya, aren’t I? Here you are, a handsome chap on his way to work and I’m beggin’ ya to touch my critter.”

At this point I’m fairly certain he’s laying on the accent to cheer me up.

Funny enough, it’s working.

“You’re not disturbing me at all.” Then, because I decide today can’t get any worse, I add, “besides, you’ve already made my morning better.”

His eyes light up. “Have I?”

I smirk. “You’ve given me something nice to look at.”

“Agatha?” He tilts his head. “But you said you didn’t want to—oh.” He blushes when he realises my eyes are stuck on him. “Um.” He seems to be flustered, unsure of what to say.

I wipe away the tears from my cheeks and decide I want to try something different today.

I want to change my luck.

“Does she do any tricks?” I ask.

He smiles, as if grateful for a chance to do something other than sputter at my flirting. “She sure does.”

As the METRORail fills up with workers on the way to the rodeo, we watch Agatha dance and catch peanuts from Simon’s (that’s his name) hand. The new audience claps and cheers.

It feels nice, I think, taking Simon’s hand in mine, to spread joy.

From this ask list

#I’m sorry agatha #drabble #snowbaz #prompt ask

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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Ok since we can request platonic for the adults, En adopting a wild forest child sorcerer. They have nature powers to like can turn people into plays or cause plants to grow. You can say no I don’t mind at all! Also your writing is amazing!

Thank you for the compliment.

And I will love to write about En because I feel like he’s a bit underrated-

He’s got more attention than the Cross Eye group though-

This might be way longer than usual oneshots-

En favoritism-

“…” En sighed. He looked down at the floor with a slightly disgusted expression. “There’s critters everywhere… Maybe I should have brought my broom after all… I’m too deep in to get out anyways…”

En was in search for a certain Sorcerer that lived in the forest.

Originally, he would have them brought to him.

But since his goons were busy with a lot of things, particularly at this time of the year, En had to do things himself.

“Now where would someone like this be?” He looked up at the trees. “…” The male then grabbed a folded paper out of his pocket before looking at it in full.

((Y/n), apparently a Sorcerer with the ability to manipulate the forest life around them. -En)

He then looked forward.

(Alright, who’s looking at me? -En)

He looked around with his eyes before clipping his mask open.

(If it’s a critter, I swear to Chidaruma. -En)

He faintly shuddered until seeing a male run out of the bush.

He whimpered faintly before a wound on his shoulder ripped open.

The male yelped before falling to the floor.

“…” En faintly cringed until seeing a child walk out of the bush. They had some sticks and leaves in their hair. En cringed a bit as he saw them take the small objects out.

“Why, are you here?” The red haired male questioned.

“This is (Y/n)’s home.” The child answered and let their smoke hiss out of their fingers. The crops around covered the male’s body before taking it in, leaving a small puddle of blood left.

“…”

(No. Fucking. Way. (Y/n) is not a kid. -En)

His nonexistent eyebrows faintly furrowed before he took a few small breaths.

(No, no. This is probably just a random kid who knows them. -En)

The male got down on one knee.

“Alright then, can you direct me to them? I have some business with them, and I need to speak with them.” He spoke.

“You’re speaking with them right now.” The child smiled faintly. En felt something mentally slam against his head, making him hang it and stare at the floor with slight irritation.

“So I was right the first time…” He mumbled. En then looked at (Y/n).

“Mhm, and it’s (Y/n)’s job to keep others out of the forest.” En blinked.

“Well, you’re doing a terrible job. Two people already intruded, including me.” He said. (Y/n) looked up.

“… You’re right. (Y/n) has no place here. They can leave it to someone else.” En sighed faintly with relief.

“Then come with me. I have a place for you.” He said.

“Really?” (Y/n) blinked.

“Yeah. If you help me out of here, I’ll take you with me.” En answered.

“… Okay. (Y/n) agrees.” En grabbed the child’s wrist, taking them by slight surprise.

“Great. Tell me where to go so we can go home.” (Y/n) grabbed En’s sleeve and led him towards the entrance he came from.

In the process of doing so, En seemed completely disgusted.

He hated the critters, as well as forests. Anything with critters, he hated to his entire being.

“When we get home, I’m adopting you.” En spoke.

“Adopting?” (Y/n) looked at the male with a blink.

“Yes, taking you in. You’ll be my not directly connected kid, but someone I consider as my child.” (Y/n) blinked again before arching an eyebrow. “Let’s just go.” En pushed (Y/n) forward.

“Okay. (Y/n) trusts you. What’s your name?”

“En. Don’t bother calling me Dad.” The red haired male eyed (Y/n).

“(Y/n) has no idea of what a ‘Dad’ is. They have never seen it in their entire life of being in this forest.” En’s eyes softened a bit. Though, they went back to their usual sharp and intimidating shape. “En, have you ever experienced having a Dad? What is it like?” The male looked down with his eyes.

“… I never had one either. Neither did I have a Mom. I was supposed to take care of myself. But I got taken in by an awful smoke factory for seven years.” (Y/n) seemed to be confused while processing everything.

“… What’s a Mom?” They questioned.

“Like a Dad. But a Female.” En answered.

“What’s a smoke factory?” (Y/n) looked at the male. “Is it where they produce smoke like this?” (Y/n) let their smoke hiss out of their fingers.

“No.” En’s expression hardened. “It’s where Human-like Sorcerers capture middle or high ranked Sorcerers and force them to output smoke.” (Y/n) looked down.

“… To (Y/n), that sounds bad.”

Soon enough, the pair made their way out of the forest.

“Oh, thank Chidaruma…” En muttered. He put an arm around (Y/n)’s waist before picking them up, and getting on his smoke vehicle. As the smoke hissed out of the back of the broom, En got to steering it.

(Y/n) tightly clung to the male’s waist, restricting how he breathed just slightly.

“Loosen that grip of yours!” He spoke, looking down faintly.

“(Y/n) is startled. En, what is this?” (Y/n) looked down at the floor before looking forward again with silent shudders.

“It’s my broom! Now loosen that grip! I can’t breath!” En looked back at the child, seeing just how dully scared they were. “Keep your grip around me, but don’t go too tight. If I lose consciousness, this whole ride goes down.”

This was going to make (Y/n) hug tighter.

“Ugh, never doing that again…” En mumbled. He face palmed slightly while seeing a female goon washing (Y/n)’s hair.

They were all in the bath.

En was paranoid about getting diseases from (Y/n) since he thought they had never bathed before.

(Y/n) was utterly confused about the soap, and got it in their eye. They were under the water for a few minutes from the pain, conceding the goon and En if they were dead or not.

Eventually, the goons decided to give (Y/n) one of those hats that restricted soap from getting into their eyes. That seemed to work just fine.

“Boss, they’re all done.” The goon spoke while she opened the door. (Y/n) was moving around a bit in their new suit.

“En, this suit is too tight for (Y/n). (Y/n) think that they should move into something more comfortable.” They spoke, looking at the male.

“It’s important to look good.” He stepped forward and got on one knee before gently adjusting the bow on (Y/n)’s suit. “It gives a nice first impression.” En then got up. “You know how I look good?” He questioned.

“You certainly look different from what (Y/n) prefers.” The child nodded.

“Then what do you think of me?” En questioned.

“(Y/n) thinks you’re weird and different, but nice and curious.” They looked up slightly. “(Y/n) likes you.” En blinked. He compared some things (Y/n) said before softly nodding.

“I’ll take it.” He mumbled before nodding. “Well, next thing you need is an education.”

“What’s that?”

“Something that can help you further in life.” En looked back. “For now, get your rest. You deserve it for all the things you went through today.” (Y/n) blinked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I told you to call me En.”

“En.”

“Yeah.”

The male gently shut the door, and sighed.

“Children are irritating…” He mumbled.

“Boss, don’t get too attached.” The female goon gently tilted her head.

“I’m not getting attached.” En mumbled again.

“You’re already giving them better things than other Family members. You haven’t even signed the papers to properly adopt them.” En gently huffed.

“Whatever. They’re a kid, and I will treat them accordingly.”

#en dorohedoro #dorohedoro x reader #dorohedoro

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rishi-eel · 3 years

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thinking (yet again!) about the differences between the bad batch story reels and the season seven arc and like... some changes just blow my mind because all it did, really, was make the bad batch less likable.

lets star with the whole “reg” thing. if i remember correctly, in the originals “regs” is said twice. the first instance is by crosshair when taunting jesse in the LAAT. the second is said by hunter: he tells tech (who’s hacking into the cyber center) that he and wrecker are going to “go get the regs” (i.e. rex and jesse). that is, hunter only used it among his squad when the others were not present (much like how cody informs that the bad batch are defective clones out of earshot. these words are descriptors, but there’s also an offense associated to being referred to by them). the idea that hunter has restraint referring to regular clones this way in their faces connects, i think, to how hunter was a tad more apologetic to jesse in the original script. “he means regular clones. don’t take it personal. it’s just that we don’t always follow protocol” carried an actual sense of hunter trying to convince jesse that it’s nothing to do with him.

it’s interesting, i think, that in a context where you have clones and defective clones, that the bad batch (as defective clones) would find a way to talk about other clones in reference to themselves in a way that normalizes their own existence. it also introduces the idea that the bad batch experience a level of disconnect, and even animosity, in regards to other clones. all that can be conveyed by only using the word twice. the season seven episodes added three more instances, and in all of them the bad batch members comfortably throw the word around the clones who “are regs.” the sense of separateness (which, again, was already established/achieved by using it just two times) is only made stronger (thus more needs to be done to portray a sense of reconciliation or coming together. the reels succeed this to an extent because that barrier wasn’t built up as high).

so yeah in the original... wrecker didn’t say “we always get shot down when we travel with regs,” he kept quiet as he helped people out of the wrecked gunship (in fact, wrecker lost a lot of subtlety going from the reels to the final eps, which i’ll get back to). hunter didn’t fake-compliment rex with a “not bad, for a reg”! and oh boy crosshair’s comment implying that echo is worthless and expendable because he’s a “reg”... yeah that was not in the reels either. in fact, not only does crosshair not call echo a reg, the meaning of his original dialogue was completely different.

in the original, after hunter voices his suspicions echo might be dead, crosshair suggests that if alive echo could be cooperating with the enemy, making him a traitor. rex takes this as an attack on echo’s character and crosshair explains that no, he’s not intending to insult echo, by saying: “oh i don’t blame him, if i were left for dead, i wouldn’t be so loyal.” and like!!!!! that’s such a radically different line of dialogue because crosshair seems to blame rex for having left echo behind, actually. if you betrayed the republic to survive, or even out of spite, i don’t blame you even if you now present a threat to myself and my family, is such an interesting, empathetic sentiment. and that contrasts with the lack of regard given to rex, making it read like he’s condemning rex for leaving someone behind. crosshair doesn’t seem to understand, as an experimental commando clone, the pressures rex as a legion captain is under, because he’s seen a less expandable (they’re a specially trained four man team, if one dies that’s 25% of the unit gone. is there a replacement for that member? you get the idea). so you’ve got a clash between different povs, but also crosshair being shown as having a set of morals, chief among them being that you do not leave anyone behind. so remember when rex says to move out and crosshair goes “commander cody is in no position to move” yeah i’d say that’s crosshair making sure cody isn’t being left behind. when crosshair saves anakin? that’s because he saw anakin go off on his own and followed him. because you don’t leave people behind. and like... the idea that yeah crosshair is an asshole. he’s unpleasant and that’s deliberate. he doesn’t care if people like him and he’s not trying to be liked. but that he values the lives of other people and looks out for them? that makes an interesting, flawed and multifaceted character. that got lost in the dialogue change because its no longer suggested that crosshair holds these values.

as for what i said earlier about wrecker: he lost subtle, nonverbal moments through the addition of lines that are either anticlimactic or only serve to make him seem loud or ditzy in an exaggerated fashion. he didn’t laugh when the LAAT came down. he was quiet as he helped people out of the downed gunship (no comment about regs!). he didn’t say “boom” when the ship exploded in the background after he flipped it over (the difference? a character moment that’s actually cool and impressive vs something that’s corny). when wrecker comes to crosshair’s aid by picking rex off of him, there was no quippy one liner. there was no need for anything to be said for it to be understood that wrecker is acting as a barrier and it trying to intimidate rex. when he’s afraid to get onto the elevator? that’s conveyed visually through camera angles and through hunter picking up on the fact that he’s scared. he doesn’t scream (if you can call a comical “aah what is that thing oh no its going to get me” a scream) when the organic decimator almost gets him. when they walk across the pipe? wrecker doesn’t whimper or talk to himself for comfort. he is scared of heights, that’s already been established, but he’s also a grown man and a soldier like he’s keeping that to himself? like we see wrecker hesitating to walk on the ledge but doing it anyway because he has to. in a piece of dialogue that was cut, tech said “does anyone want to know the odds of us making it across alive?” to which wrecker (who’s you know already having a bad time) interrupts with “don’t even think about it, tech” (if ur curious, this exchange was replaced with: wrecker: “keep walking tech!” tech: “that’s fine, but if you fall don’t take me with you” which???? uuh weird exchange). also, the fact that wrecker was mostly dealing with his fear silently means that when hunter tells wrecker to hold on because they’re almost there... that’s because hunter knows he’s scared and is checking up on him. basically... any kind of serious moment was cheapened by having wrecker talk in them. now i don’t want to say that DBB is a bad voice actor, but his expertise is making animal noises. he’s not able to do a realistic, deep voice, meaning that whenever wrecker talks he kind of sounds like a joke. it’s fine when wrecker is actual being lighthearted and jokey, but otherwise? the emotion just does not come across as genuine, which breaks the stakes or weakens credibility.

and god the whole plot point about the bad batch being suspicious of echo was nonexistent in the reels. the “don’t worry, echo says he’s got a plan”/”that makes me feel so much better” exchange between rex and tech is in the original, but tech’s sarcasm isn’t from doubting echo’s allegiance, it’s because they’re planning to land on admiral trench’s ship and echo having a plan (that he himself doesn’t know) doesn’t exactly soothe his anxieties. rex acts like tech’s being a big joker and playfully shoves him, telling him to get on board. which is an interesting interaction because these characters are kind of starting to bond?? as for tech and echo, they kinda become nerdy friends really quick. like when tech warns echo not to send the signal right away because he first needs to make it look like it’s coming from skako minor, echo’s like “oh yeah good thinking tech.” and when echo figures out a way to shut down all the droids at once tech is impressed and lightly shoves his shoulder. again there is none of that “oooh maybe echo’s a traitor maybe he’s with the techno union” shit. like i understand that the writers wanted to up the stakes but it falls flat because the idea of echo being a traitor isn’t credible. it does not seem like an actual risk or possibility. so all it did was make the bad batch seem like assholes, cutting away at some very nice character moments.

ok this is a long post and you might ask yourself “but tumblr user rishi-eel, why do you care so much about the story reels, this stuff isn’t canon now” and there are a couple reasons, first, i think it managed to tell a better story overall. so the question is: why is that? because you would expect that writers reworking the plot would add improvements and not downgrades. and to be fair, the s7 episodes had a bunch of upgrades, but not when it came to the characterization of the bad batch. another thing to consider is that changes were made in the context of setting the bad batch up as future protagonists of their own spinoff series (something the original arc was not intended to do because there were no plans for a bad batch series). were the characters made flatter and more archetypal to add to marketability? was the reg/defective clone rivalry (and dichotomy, even) amplified because this separateness serves a narrative in which the bad batch are heroes and the other clones villains?

#long post #clone force 99 #the bad batch #it's late and i haven't proof read so there might be typos and stuff but. here are my thoughts #rishi-outposts.txt

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helenazbmrskai · 3 years

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Flummox

–📚Pairing : [Cat Shifter! Jimin x Animal Whisperer! Reader (Ft. Taegi)]

–📚Genre : [witch au, supernatural, fantasy, romance, fluff, fate bond, soulmate(ish)]

–📚Summary : [There’s a strange shop in your neighbourhood and as a freeloader art major student, you take a liking to the local warlock’s cat that always sleeps in front of the window that directly looks at the street. As an ordinary human, you make sure to stay clear of their way until some weird things keep happening to you. (Welcome to Flummox, how can I help you?)]

–📚Word count : [6k]

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His fur looks regal bathing under the afternoon sun, each filament reflecting the orange hue of the sunset. It would make a perfect painting in your opinion and your fingers are itching to grab your sketchbook and favourite coal pencil but you decide against the idea.

You’re content with only capturing it with your eyes, there’s no need to make every moment last.

However, it’s hard to look away from the petite creature enjoying his little nap under the last rays of sunshine. The animal looks ethereal and there’s no skilled painter or photographer that could give the feelings tied to the visuals back at full potential.

You lift your mug to take a sip of your coffee still mesmerized by him and it barely registers that the beverage burns your tongue not long after your lower lip touches the brim of the cup and let the liquid wash away when his back suddenly arches paws stretched out, claws extended almost reminding you of a yawn, very human-like.

Looking for the perfect position to lay on the windowsill basking under the warmth of the sun hitting the reflective surface of the shop’s window, your eyes wander upwards to read the familiar letters, semicircularly arranged the big white letters spell out ’Flummox’.

The shop is across the street, not fifteen feet away from your doorstep, your eyes always skim over the tiny business that’s in between a jewel and barbershop while you go to school but never dare to enter, you’re ok with just looking.

”Are you stalking that cat again?” A breath brushes across your right cheek, the words coming out of your friend’s mouth teasingly as she corners you. She saw you lost in your thoughts so she decided it’s a great opportunity to stalk you like she does to her prey and feed off your fright. Almost throwing your mug away, you steel your grip at the last minute only spilling a fraction of your drink as your left hand lands over your rapidly beating heart. She gets you every time, one might think that after all these years of knowing her, you would turn immune to her cruel teasing.

”Can you stop doing that? Do you wish my death?” Shaking your head dismissingly, you place your mug down momentarily forgetting about your drink as you raise an eyebrow at her daring outfit.

”What the heck are you wearing?” Your brows are furrowed soon after you give her a once over, her tiny shorts are nonexistent under the long tee she’s wearing, looking like it’s the only garment on her body.

”Silly, did you forget our plans for tonight?” She pokes you with one of her perfectly manicured nails. Yeji inspects your overworn knitted sweater with a pair of leggings on and gives you a disapproving look before she drags your closet’s door open to see your options. Of course, you didn’t forget. You remember your promise to her well, dreading the night that you agreed in the first place.

Having a witch as a best friend is enough ’adventure’ and ’excitement’ for a lifetime in your book but unfortunately, Yeji doesn’t share your sentiments. She’s been biting your ears off for the past month or so, nagging you to come with her to that party where all supernatural beings gather once every two months.

Naturally born humans are normally not welcomed in those knit tight communities but Yeji keeps telling you that she won’t let anything happen to you, it’s not like they can tell from a sniff that you’re human. You know that unless you don’t do something stupid to reveal your identity you’re safe to go but you can’t shake off your worries that quickly. After all, there’s a reason why human’s should never meddle with supernatural creatures and that’s why you vowed to never approach the shop from across the street no matter how drawn you feel to it like it’s pulling you in.

”I still think that this is a bad idea.” You voice your concerns while Yeji throws clothes at you, pretending like you didn’t say anything as she digs around to find the perfect outfit for you to wear to the gathering.

You feel it in your rigid bones that you shouldn’t be here as soon as you cross the threshold of the Emeraldstone mansion, there’s a staircase that curls up to the sky and Yeji conquers step after step with a visibly excited bounce in her movements while you feel paralyzed, rooted to the spot where you stand on the ’welcome’ rag.

”Hurry up!” Your friend shouts a few steps ahead, turning to see if you’re still there after you failed to follow her up the stairs. Gulping down the saliva that gathered in your mouth you leech onto the handrail making your feet catch up to her.

The walls are full of portraits of strangers, there’s some off animals, oil paintings with a heavy layer of dust on them lining the way up endlessly as it seems like there’s no end to the faces after the long journey to the top.

You grasp Yeji’s hand when you finally reach the top, opening a door to the attic your eyes widen in wonderment. Her acrylic nails dig into the flesh of your palm when she squeals, excited to meet other witches while you try to make yourself seem invisible behind her but their eyes land on you occasionally.

You protest when she gets swept away from you by the crowd, leaving you alone in a place you doesn’t belong to. There’s a man that has been eyeing you for twenty minutes now and sees the opportunity as he catches you alone.

You have to think quick, turning on your heels you decide to go in the opposite direction he tries to approach you and try to make him lose sight of you as you press between bodies with colourful liquids inside their flutes. Some of it gets on your clothes when you pass a woman holding the cup loosely enough for you to tip it over accidentally.

”Easy there.” A man chuckles, facing you after you bumped into his back while you still try to actively avoid that pair of eyes that eerily keeps following you during your stay here. Remembering your manners you bow slightly in apology but the man dismisses you, smiling when you make eye contact.

”Oh. I know you, you live across the street, aren’t you?” His eyes widen a bit before he schools his features to show you the same polite smile as before. You recognise him as well, you saw him a dozen times entering and exiting the shop you intently watch from your window, outlooking the busy streets on a daily basis.

The man managed to catch you off guard, you're left speechless as you’re not entirely sure what is there for you to say. Lying to him would be futile, he already recognised you. Realising something the man suddenly sticks out his right hand for a handshake.

”Right, where are my manners. I don’t think I have introduced myself before. I’m Taehyung I live across the street from you.” His boxy smile is nice to look at, looks genuine which makes you less wary of him at least.

”I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” You offer your greetings and politely shake his hand but your eyes are looking for your friend’s familiar figure in the crowd looking over his wide shoulders and it doesn’t slip his attention.

”Looking for someone?” Taehyung asks promptly, even though he already knows the answer to the question he’s still polite about it. He doesn’t look frightening quite the opposite he looks open and friendly, gives you the same vibes as when you saw him around the grocery store or near his shop. He always has that same calming aura around him almost like he beckons you to approach him with trust but you never did have the courage to say hello.

Not like you had any reason to talk to him. Your weird fascination with his shop is just a silly pastime of yours when you’re bored. You tell yourself all the time not to think too deep about it or your head will hurt.

”Yes, I’m here with a friend but I think I should head home, it’s getting late.” You feel uncomfortable surrounded by the supernatural and without your friend by your side you feel vulnerable, maybe it’s time for you to head home.

In your defence, you kept your promise because you showed up despite your gut feeling telling you it’s not a good idea. Yeji can’t be mad at you for leaving early, above all, she should be saying sorry for disappearing on you like that when she promised she’ll stay by your side the whole night.

”We’re heading in the same direction. Do you mind if I join you? I only have to fetch my familiar and we’re good to go.” Taehyung immediately starts to look around probably trying to catch sight of his said companion.

While he’s looking around you bite your lip anxiously. This is not what you meant but can you say no? He might be a stranger but he has a point, he does live across the street from you. It’s not a long walk either but you know better than anyone else in your neighbourhood what kind of creatures are lurking in the shadows so a company might be a safe option.

”There you are! Let me introduce you to my new friend here. Y/N, meet Jimin, he’s the familiar I was talking about.” Taehyung pulls a male out from the mass of people, he has pointy ears and a long tail swaying behind his back, curved so the end doesn’t reach the floor but overlooking his evident feline features he looks like any other man around.

You bow politely too late to reject his offer now you take his outstretched hand just like you did with Taehyung’s when you met. The feline is a tad bit shorter than Taehyung and smaller in built, his hand is warm when it encloses around yours for brief seconds. Jimin’s eyes bore into yours and those shimmering orbs give you a sense of familiarity. You blush furiously when you realise he’s the cat that you watch every day sitting on the shop’s windowsill absorbing the sunlight.

”I haven’t heard of a witch in town with your name. Are you new?” Jimin tilts his head to the side in question, his right ear flicks with the motion.

Your palm sweats under the pressure of their gazes, you survived this party without questions so far about yourself but you seem to be out of luck for the first time tonight. You’re so close to escaping from this gathering, why it has to be now that you get questioned? You don’t want to lie but is there any other way to get around the topic?

”Y/N!” The call of your name saves you in the last moment, you really considered telling them the truth but there’s no guarantee that they would have kept your secret around so many witches. Yeji grabs your shoulders, her torso hunched forward as she looks out of breath, she was probably looking for you for a while. ”Finally found you, you sneaky little .. witch.” She adds the last part when she sees the two figure next to you, she greets them before she excuses the both of you and drags you to a corner.

”Are you crazy? Why were you talking to them? You know they are the ones living across the street from you, right?” She whisper-yells into your ears, the volume of other conversations are enough to drown out yours.

”It was a total coincidence. I bumped into Taehyung’s back when I was walking around. I was looking for you.”

Yeji nods grabbing your hand again so you two can leave the mansion, realising that it’s not an ideal place for that type of conversation with so many ears around. You look ahead concentrating on not running into anyone on your way to the stairs, you’re not keen on making the same mistake again. It feels like someone follows you with their eyes but you don’t dare look around and it soon fades.

Call it paranoia but you keep your blinds closed after that night. You refrain from watching Jimin from your window afraid that once you look he’ll already have his eyes on you. It seemed like he saw right through you that night somehow able to tell with a single glance that you don’t belong there.

To pass time you doddle in your sketchbook, the old habit of procrastinating any real work in favour to draw is still present. Even if nowadays you spent your evenings watching the cat sleeping more than doodling.

It starts to get on your nerves how hard is it for you to push him out of your daily thoughts. After that encounter with him at the gathering, he seems to be the only thing on your mind and it doesn’t help that you tried to not leave for a while in fear of running into Taehyung and it’s a high possibility considering that you live near the same neighbourhood. Avoiding them won’t last you long, someday you have to go to the convenience store to get food and you definitely have to leave the house to get to school.

You can’t hide forever, it’s a fact that you’re hesitant to admit, but it doesn’t make it any less true so you think you might just get over with shopping. Getting your house keys and bag you toss your wallet inside before locking the door behind you.

You feel the urge to look around before you take a step further away from the comfort of your apartment but you shake your head, determined to act like last night didn’t happen. It looks like God heard your prayers because you haven’t come across Taehyung or Jimin at all on the way to the store and back.

There’s only a stray cat near the foot of your building but that’s it as at this time of the day there are not many passerby's.

”I’m so hungry. Where is that lanky Taehyung when I need him? I’m going to melt onto the pavement if that airhead warlock doesn’t show up soon.”

You stop in your tracks when you hear an unfamiliar voice speak, it almost feels like he’s talking right next to your ears so you look around but there’s no one on this part of the sidewalk only that black cat that found shelter under the building’s shadow that stretches forward a few inches.

Shaking your head again you tighten your hold on the shopping bags you’re carrying and try to type in your code while it weighs your arms down. Right, you’re just being paranoid again. There’s no way someone actually spoke just now.

”It smells nice. It’s been a while since I had a home-cooked meal and it smells like the ingredients for Japchae.”

”I don’t understand why they had to move into town, that little cottage was far better than this tiny shop.”

You miss a number repeatedly and you’re getting frustrated with the weird noises that you keep hearing and you have no idea where it’s coming from. A groan of frustration leaves you after another failed attempt.

”Can you please stop speaking for a second whoever you are because I can’t remember my code from the constant rambling around.” It’s ridiculous how you speak to the air literally when there’s no one around who could make those noises. But at least you have to try or you’ll never get inside the building and you’re getting hungry.

It works as your frustrated voice forces the shapeshifter into silence. Yoongi narrows his sharp yellow eyes on you, he initially thought that you’re another human as this town reeks of them but it doesn’t make sense. He’s so hung up on the discovery that you heard his inner monologue that he’s not cutting you a sarcastic remark right off the bat because you told him to shut up and no one can tell the great familiar Min Yoongi to shut up.

Curiosity gets the best of him so he manoeuvres his body to fit inside before the door could close on his nose and follows you into the elevator. He can’t see what floor that you choose as he keeps his body out of your range of vision. Fortunately, you’re too preoccupied with the heavy bags that you don’t look around at all.

You drop the shopping bags by the door of your apartment so you could fish out your keys from inside your handbag. Yoongi could easily sneak into your house after you swing the door open as you need a few moments to gather your stuff.

It’s a nice place, he wonders how a young woman like yourself could afford something like this. Not a huge fan of beating around the bush Yoongi deems it’s the perfect time to turn into his human form.

You drop a carton of milk when a grown man appears in your kitchen if you had no previous knowledge about shapeshifters you’d probably scream or faint or both in that particular order but you can only just stare at him.

”What are you doing in my house!?” You find your voice after the uncomfortable silence seemed to stretch into forever. Impulsively grabbing a frying pan from the rack of clean dishes that’s next to the sink you point at the shifter with your newfound weapon.

The man with the black fluffy ears mocks you with his arms crossed in front of him, not feeling threatened at all.

”Oh, so scary a frying pan. I’m shaking in my boots” He rolls his eyes rudely but what you pick up on is the sound of his voice rather than his manners. You heard this voice before and not even long ago.

”What the hell, I heard this voice before. You were complaining when I was trying to get my code right!” Your eyes widen comically and the man before you almost laughs but decides against it getting lost in his thoughts.

Yoongi got his answer now, you really did hear him before it was not just a figment of his imagination. The next question is how is that even possible. You don’t look like a witch at all as he inspects you in detail but it doesn’t matter as witches normally are not able to hear them when they are in their true form. It’s a rare gift to have.

How can a mere human possess something so rare that not even witches can inherit by blood? You take a step back when he takes one in your direction, a dangerous glint appears behind his orbs as he’s walking closer and closer while you act like a cornered animal and it continues until there’s no more space for you to back into. The shifter grabs your face and forcefully turns it in each direction like he’s studying you.

”What’s your name human?” He waits for you to reply but he realises how he grips your face making it hard for you to speak so he lets you go. Crossing his arms again leisurely but it doesn’t look any less threatening.

”I’m not going to tell someone my name who broke into my apartment. I suggest you leave before I call the police!” You try to regain as much space as possible between your bodies so he can’t grab you like that again.

”I wouldn’t recommend that. By the time they arrive, I’ll be back in my cat form and I heard that false calls are quite expensive to pay.” Seeing how uncomfortable you look he opts for changing his demeanour, he’s not going to get you to talk if he keeps getting hostile towards you.

Yoongi starts thinking about how to get you to talk to him, listing the facts that he discovered about you. Considering how you’re not freaking out or asking why he has ears and a tail you know about witches and shapeshifters.

That’s good, at least he doesn’t have to deal with a non-believer but it’s still not making sense how you can hear him.

”Look, I have a few questions. After you answer them honestly I promise I’ll leave.” Yoongi offers and knowing as there’s nothing else you can do you nod.

You busy yourself with making some tea, making two cups before you sit down around the table.

You have a guess or two about what he’s going to ask but you’re afraid you’ll be no real help in solving the mystery. You have absolutely no idea why you were able to hear him. It’s been a while since something like this happened to you.

It started when you first came to this town. Originally your family moved here because your father got a job at the local factory but later on this little town grew on you and even when your parents decided to move back where you were born you convinced them to let you stay here as you were old enough to live alone.

You met Yeji two years ago when both of you choose the same class and became seatmates over the course of the semester, it was an optional one and it was, funnily enough, about ’mythical creatures in town folklore’.

Yoongi asks about your family history, making you list every relative that you can think of from the top of your head but none of those names rings any bell to him and soon the two of you are out of ideas. The tea is long forgotten, sitting on the dining table half full with the cold liquid barely touched by the time Yoongi decides to leave your house, he’s already late from his meeting with Taehyung and Jimin.

You call out to him before he can slip through the door’s gap already in his cat form to avoid eyes landing on him that would be inevitable in his human form.

”Can this be a secret between us?” Your pleading eyes catch his attention as Yoongi’s tail sways side to side in the air, his eyes are curious but decide against confronting you and complies instead with a following nod.

”Alright human, I won’t tell your secret but keep it in mind that you can’t hide from them for long.” The mischievous glint in his yellow orbs observes your instant reaction, his perception is correct as you looked like you’re avoiding the warlock and his familiar, the way you shied away from the topic was enough evidence.

The shifter might not know why you’re avoiding the duo but if he had to guess he thinks it has to do with your secret and the way you’re human with a special gift.

You’re lucky enough to have a week of peace before you had to face either Taehyung or Jimin, getting ready to fell headfirst into a world you do not rightfully belong to. Or do you? The fact that you’re able to communicate with Yoongi while he’s in his true form says otherwise. You’re not a witch but can you say you’re an ordinary human? Not really.

Your week drags on as you finish your assignments and pick up your sketchbook daily to draw figures that turn out to resemble the shifter of your fascination an awfully lot.

Yeji left for her four-week vacation with her parents so she’s not here to distract you from your thoughts, she told you they will visit some kind of magical hills heading straight to the mountains, talking about the energy that comes from the closeness to nature or something similar to that, you’re not quite sure.

”Humans are all this pathetic or is it just you?” You don’t have to look up from your sketch to know Yoongi’s here to grace you with his presence and sarcastic comments yet again that you become familiar with throughout this week.

Yeji might not be here but he’s adamant to fill her void while he’s at it. It was weird at first but now you warmed up to his way of speaking and now you can distinguish what he truly means by saying seemingly mean things.

You know he wants you to talk to Taehyung so you two might be able to get some lead regarding your gift but you’re too hesitant to do so. You didn’t lie per se because you didn’t get to answer his question. Although, this revelation doesn’t make things any less guilty for you even though it’s your main excuse there’s something more.

When you were watching Jimin from afar it was easy to repress these weird feeling you get every time you see him. It scares you how much of an effect he has on you as he can root you to your spot with a single look in your direction.

You don’t even know him well enough to feel this way yet you can’t stop thinking about him, he draws you in like a moth to its destructive flame.

”It’s just me.” You answer at last sounding defeated as you come to accept your attraction to the shifter and Yoongi doesn’t like how you sound so done, it’s easy to tell that this ’gift’ stresses you out, after all, neither of you can tell why this is happening to you. You start to think maybe it’s your best interest to talk to Taehyung about it, it doesn’t seem like Yoongi will let this go for a while, he’s almost as stubborn as you are.

”I didn’t want to do this but you give me no choice.” Not knowing what he means, you stare at his cat form you haven’t realise he never shifted into his human form, it starts to become a norm for you to understand him either way.

A knock is heard coming from the direction of your front door and you immediately freeze up glaring at Yoongi when you realise what’s happening.

”Yoongi! I can’t believe you invited them here!” You pace around your room, letting the doorbell ring a few more times before you reluctantly drag yourself to answer the door. Yoongi stays in his cat form as he stares at you expectantly, sitting a foot away from the door waiting for you to let the guests in.

”The sooner you open the door the sooner you can get it over with and wallow in your self-pity later as long as you want.”

You know that without him telling you that. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself and open the door, you’re surprised to see Taehyung’s boxy smile greeting you even Jimin has a pleasant half-smile stretched on his face. There’s a container in Taehyung’s hands that’s filled with dried leaves. Their eyes immediately find Yoongi’s tiny form sitting at your foot with his tail curled around your ankles.

”See, I told you you’re overreacting.” His cat face is expressionless but you can hear it in his voice how he would smirk in his human form. Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, hearing Yoongi crystal clear since he’s a shifter himself so he’s having no difficulty understanding another supernatural being.

”Is that his famous homemade herbal tea in his hands? Hurry up Y/N, I want to have a cup.” Yoongi rubs his head on your ankles beckoning you to let them inside, he totally ignores Jimin and you can’t keep the smile off your face seeing how impatient he is as you take a step to the side so they can come in.

”Don’t be a brat Yoongi.” You gently push him away with your foot so you don’t accidentally step on his tail while you guide your guests into the kitchen to get the kettle filled with water and place it on the stove boiling for the tea.

”Do you really understand what he’s saying? All I hear is meow meow and even more meow. I wonder why he sounds like he’s shit-talking me or something.” Taehyung opens the container and the sweet smell of dried tea leaves hit your nose, he picks a few with care rolling them together to make small amounts, dropping five of them into the boiling water. Yoongi remains in his cat form stubbornly, laying on the kitchen counter near you while Jimin sits down next to Taehyung at the table his tail hitting the backrest of your chair lazily.

”Because I’m shit-talking you. Duh.” Yoongi states matter of factly that makes you and Jimin burst out laughing, you almost feel sorry for how clueless Taehyung looks as he didn’t manage to catch the joke.

”Don’t mind him, Taehyung. The tea smells delicious, did you make this?” You try to turn the conversation to a lighter topic and it works when you see the warlock’s eyes lit up with pride as he tells you about his tea plants.

”I’m bad at keeping the plants alive so I leave the gardening to mostly Jimin but I harvest them and dry them to make tea myself. Wait till you taste it, I’m really proud of how this turned out, I can give you some if you’d like later.” Nodding happily as the meeting goes smoothly so far, you expected more tension but you’re pleasantly surprised that you worried for nothing as Yoongi told you.

They don’t seem to care about your encounter with them at the gathering and it eases you to have a casual conversation with mostly Taehyung as Jimin talks to Yoongi but you try not to pry on their conversation as you’re invested in what Taehyung is teaching you about tea leaves.

”I’m working on a book right now about different tea mixes, I would love to show you my research if you happen to have time to come by the shop. My illustrations are shit but I try my best so ignore those, unfortunately, I’m not very artistic.” Taehyung shows you pictures of a few pages in his book he took with his phone, and to be honest he’s not lying about not being great at making doodles of the plants but his handwriting is really pretty that somewhat makes up for it.

”Y/N’s drawings are really good, she could do the sketches for your book.” Yoongi offers, finally opting for his human form as he talks to Taehyung directly. Your eyes widen a little looking over at Yoongi who oh so generously offers your help up like you’re not standing right next to him and hear everything.

”Oh, really? That would be great! You can come by any time I have the plants in my garden so you can come and sketch them.” Taehyung looks so excited so you don’t have it in yourself to say no to him when he looks so happy.

It’s a big leather book that Taehyung entrusts you with, you first ask where you should place the drawings and how big they should be on the page before you do anything else. It’s your first time at his shop a week later after his visit (and Yoongi’s intervention) and you’re in awe of how beautiful the interior design is of his place.

Jimin is already tending to the plants when you step out to the backyard, the high fence is giving them enough privacy that he doesn’t need to hide in his animal form as he traces the leaves with his fingers.

You watch him for a while he’s so absorbed in his work that he doesn’t realise you’re there until you almost drop the book in your hand, that’s when he looks up and catches your gaze that’s already on him.

Jimin greets you with a big grin, motioning for you with his soil-covered hand to come closer and you do without hesitation. He tells you all the names of the plants and asks you what did Taehyung told you to sketch so he can help you find them.

There’s a bench that you can use as your workplace while Jimin crouches down to the next tea plant arranging the soil around the roots so it can create a dip in the middle that would trap the water as he looks for the sprinkler that so happens to be right next to you. His fingers brush your leg when he reaches for the object under the bench, your leg jerks with the sudden contact that doesn’t go unnoticed by the shifter, his ears twitch at the top of his head, the wind blows through his locks as his scent travels easily in the air filling your senses with his unique scent that reminds you of wet soil and peppermint leaves.

His hand suddenly lands on your bare thigh as the summer dress rides up because of the wind to reach mid-thigh, Jimin’s still on his knees in front of you but no longer trying to reach for the sprinkler as he watches your reaction to his touch.

”You’re very talented.” He takes a peek at your work in progress as you’re halfway done with the second plant while he was silently working on them. You’re normally not that slow but occasionally you abandoned your sketch to stare at Jimin as he caressed the leaves and gathered soil with his bare hands.

Feeling bold with his hands still resting on your thigh you reach out to scratch behind his feline ears.

Earning soft purrs with each stroke around his sensitive ear, you run your fingers through his hair next. Jimin buries his face into the soft fabric covering your stomach as you keep petting him his hand slides higher until he can curl the ends of your dress around his fingers, the intimate touches you share with him seem to go on endlessly until you hear footsteps coming closer with each passing second making you both separate immediately, popping the bubble you two created.

”This day is so hot, I thought you two would like some cold tea.” Taehyung balances the tray between plants placing it down to rest on your lap as you thank him for the beverages. The warlock seems to be oblivious to the tension lingering in the air, picking up a cup himself he plops down next to you almost sitting down onto the edge of your dress if you didn’t move away last minute.

Jimin gulps his tea down in one go not bothering to sit down before he goes back to tending to the garden, leaving you and Taehyung at the bench. You show him your sketch asking if it’s close to what he wanted it to look like, his pleased hum makes you happy you drag your pencil to the unfinished one and draw a line for demonstrating purposes making it wrap around the edges of the paper as you curve the roots to look more artistic.

Taehyung likes the idea and gives you a thumbs up to show his appreciation, you didn’t realise that both of you were leaning in to see the page, faces hovering centimetres apart but Jimin can’t seem to focus on the plants when you’re sitting so close to Taehyung. He doesn’t like this feeling that crawls up his heavy limbs and constricts his throat – grabbing him from the inside – as jealousy seeps from every pore of his body.

Jimin focuses to pick the dirt from under his nails when Taehyung stands to wash the cups going inside to leave you to continue your work, your eyes look for Jimin’s immediately but he’s not looking back.

You’re gnawing at your lower lip, trying to make sense of what happened before Taehyung interrupted you two. Before this day, you were never really left alone with Jimin but you assumed he doesn’t feel the pull like you do. Maybe he does feel it, it only makes sense after he arched into your touches and rubbed his cheek against your stomach. The thought itself is enough to make you blush.

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